Clintmains is the kind of place you'd drive through and only notice if you were looking for it — a scatter of houses along the road in the Scottish Borders, farmland pressing in on all sides, no shop, no pub sign to slow you down. It attracts people who have already decided they want distance from things, not people hoping to stumble into a high street. There isn't a dataset of population counts or house prices to lean on here, and I'd rather say nothing than guess at a figure for a hamlet this size — places like Clintmains often sit below the threshold where that kind of detail gets recorded separately from the wider Borders area. What I can tell you is the frame it sits in: this is Scotland, measured against Scotland, not against Edinburgh commuter belts or English market towns, and a hamlet like this will typically track well below the national average population density of around 2,089 people per square kilometre — this is space, not settlement. What that means in practice is that a decision to live in Clintmains is really a decision about the Borders generally — the nearest town for schooling, shopping, and a GP surgery, the state of the roads in winter, how far you're willing to drive for the ordinary things. None of that shows up in a hamlet-level snapshot, and it shouldn't be invented here. If those questions matter to you, they're worth asking of the nearest market town directly, because that's where the real texture of daily life will actually be lived.